Internet Nannying

Back to my gate. I’m rearranging my bags, getting ready for an hour flight to Atlanta and then a straight shot over to Athens Greece. I’ll get there at 10;30 the next morning. I’ve been rehearsing the whole thing in my head for weeks. Then I notice the long line. Which is always a bad sign. The long line that wasn’t moving. I eavesdropped a little and heard the words I should have assumed “flight delay”. Due to something, no one really ever ended up knowing what, the flight was delayed up to two hours. Which meant my perfectly timed connection in Atlanta, perfect because it was long enough to give me plenty of time to get to my gate but not enough time to have to wait, was ruined.
If you’ve ever been on an international flight you realize the pain that they are. Up to ten hours on the tiny plane, trying to sleep, trying to stay occupied, trying to readjust to the jet lag when you get there. And I cannot sleep on planes. I can’t sleep in real life, some serious insomnia, but especially on planes.
So my perfect itinerary was crushed before it even started. Eventually everything was worked out and I got on a flight to Detroit, which would then take me to Amsterdam, which would then take me to Athens. Getting there three hours later.
Eh, I guess I should backtrack again and explain exactly how I became a nanny in Greece. I met the family through the internet. There was a website that was a bunch of families and you made a profile and the families would email you. And I had a ton of families email me. It felt pretty good, all these people wanting me. But my mom and my best friend had a really good feeling about this Greek family so I decided to go with them. Now I realize the insanity of going to live and work for a family you met through the internet. But I talked to the mother on the phone, and then skyped the family before I left. And everybody just had such good feelings. Oh, my how those feelings would be wrong.